Two hours after their high-octane ordeal began, the car finallypleted its twentiethp, screeching back to its starting point.


    As soon as the locks clicked open, Jay and Emerson felt a glimmer of hope pierce through their exhaustion. Though their limbs were as weak as jelly, they wasted no time pushing the doors open and stumbling out.


    The two-hour adrenaline rush had left Jay''s stomach in knots. Bent over by the roadside, he heaved until he was a mess.


    Emerson wasn''t faring much better, slumped on the curb, his face ghostly pale.


    Grady stayed in the car, watching the brothers with a fleeting smirk of disdain. Messing with the Davis family called for more severe consequences, but this punishment was rtively mild.


    His assistant strode over to Jay and Emerson, towering over them with a nk expression. "So, how''d it feel, thinking the brakes had failed?"


    Jay, starting to regain hisposure, braced himself on his knees and bit his lip. "What you did was illegal," he managed to say.


    "Bro, just let it go," Emerson quickly interjected.


    The assistant chuckled. "Seems like you''re still a bit dazed. Need a few moreps to clear your head?"


    Jay immediately shut up, the memory of their brush with death still too vivid to tempt fate again.


    "It was all me. I messed with the car. My brother had nothing to do with it. Please, let him go," Emerson pleaded, his voice shaking.


    Jay turned to his brother, eyes wide. "Sunny, what are you saying..."


    "Bro, when you screw up, you gotta face the consequences. I did it. I admit it. Just... don''t say anything else," Emerson cut him off, regret heavy in his voice. If only he had known better than to mess with Juztin.


    Grady''s assistant, observing the exchange, pped mockingly. "Such brotherly love. Touching. But don''t worry, neither of you is off the hook."


    Emerson looked up, fear etched on his face. "I told you, the brakes were my doing. It has nothing to do with my brother."


    The assistant pulled out his phone, opened Twitter, and scrolled to the now-fading trend about ''Leo''s mental breakdown causing a car crash.''


    He squatted in front of Jay, holding the phone up to his face. "You know what Twitter is, right?"


    Jay''s eyes darted over the screen, panic shing across his face. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off. "Spreading rumors with burner ounts... When will youe up with something new?"


    "It wasn''t me..."


    The assistant grabbed Jay''s chin firmly, his fingertips pressing in just enough to assert dominance, and sneered, "I''m stating facts here. We all know who did what."


    Jay, already pale, felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead from the pain. But it was the assistant''s cold, menacing gaze that truly terrified him.


    The assistant released him and stood up, leisurely straightening his sleeves before giving the brothers another nce. "We live in a society governed byws. I''m sure you know whates next?"


    Jay was still in a daze, but Emerson quickly responded, "We know. I''ll turn myself in, and my brother will publicly apologize to Juztin."


    Hearing this, the assistant nodded, almost generously. "Alright then, you''ve got an hour to sort this out."